Tuesday, January 23, 1945

Another patient talent show - Dusty was ill so I was on duty alone. People came from nowhere and played guitars and things. Jimmie played "Stardust" for me as one of his numbers regardless of the fact that three piano keys were silent!

He told me before the show that he's ordered out Thursday. We talked and had coffee at the mess, and it suddenly occurred to both of us that it doesn't matter where or when we get together - we are irrevocably a joy to each other, and ever shall be. "Such a small girl to affect me so many different ways" - That's me. Small.

The talent show was a hodge-podge of the worst G.I. taste and talent, but Jimmie, smooth and cool, played like an angel. In spite of the news of his leaving we muddled through very nicely. The Hospital (Center) called for our PA system - so that kept us waiting for an extra hour - the nicest hour!